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Friday, June 06, 2008

feel the distance distant. feel the closeness closing in. breathe in the air of inquiry. breathe out the air of foulness. at another place, another time, maybe things would have been different.

wondering if it were better to neglect intuition. or would it have been better to neglect self-reproach. actually why neglect all the signs? they're telling us that we have to have a choice, at the crossroads of a certain lifetime. we have to choose.

why indulge in sinful activities? when there are souls that we can keep safe. why do we say senseless things and do senseless things. like as though life is pretty long because it's not.

why stay at a place where buoyancy is low and you can sink anytime. why struggle in the midst of a churning ocean and try to catch those gulps of breaths? why not anchor ourselves on familiar land. a place where friends are plenty and foes are extinct? why bother to go through the acts again, for unworthy birds that flock together?

how skillful the hands of fishermen, who have woven more nets than you've eaten rice. how skillful their hands at drawing the nets and gathering their catch.

what have you gathered in your nets?
-cheryl
9:47 PM





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